#i could absolutely be overthinking but its a fun thing to think about

[imdayyydreaming]

One thing I haven't seen people talk about is that we actually do get a direct parallel to "You go too fast for me" in Season 2. It completely went over my head the first time I watched it, but it's the entire scene with Aziraphale driving the Bentley. The more I watch it, the more it seems like a metaphor.

We literally get to see Aziraphale picking up the pace, driving faster at Crowley's instruction- and the comment that he can feel when the Bentley isn't going fast enough just adds a whole new layer.

There's more to go into here- Aziraphale getting his drivers licence when Crowley got the Bentley, him actually being in the drivers seat for once, referring to the car as "our car", attempting to change the car before Crowley insists he change it back.

The last on that list is a big one, I think, if we do take the Bentley in this scene as a metaphor for their relationship. I mean, it quite literally foreshadows the end of the season with Aziraphale attempting to change their relationship to suit him and Crowley flat out refusing that change.

We all thought a title like 'I Know Where I'm Going' seemed to be a continuation of sorts (YGTFFM, but...) and it really did hide That in plain sight.

I would also just like to add, for no particular reason, that Crowley drives away from the bookshop slowly at the end of the season. Something something about the pace, huh?

[dreamlifebunny]

how to script your dream life and use it with any method!

hello friends! today i want to share with you how i personally script my dream life, and how this script is both my void list, states list, and precursor to almost every manifestation method i've ever used. i love scripting because it is not only a method in and of itself but it is also a simple list of everything you desire that you can now manifest using any method you love!

check back later for a link to my scripting templates. in the meantime, here are the steps to creating your perfect script from scratch with examples! all you need is a place to write it down.

step one:

time to brain dump! at the top of your page, write out every desire that comes to your head in list format. don't overthink it and don't worry if they sound silly or unrealistic; remember, absolutely anything is possible! you can write out a few desires to start or go hardcore and write out hundreds, whatever you feel inspired by. you can always come back to this step later. here is my example:

step two:

now its time to get organized! look at the desires you've written and figure out what subcategories they fall under. for example, "my eyes are light blue and gorgeous" could fall under the category of "appearance," and "i have $100,000 in my bank account" could fall under the category of "wealth and items." feel free to use any category name that makes sense to you.

step three:

now that you have a couple of categories written out and understand the structure of the script, your mind might start to have even more ideas. "ooh, now that i see revision is a category, there are a couple more things i'd like to revise..." or "why stop at one SP when i could have everyone chasing after me?" for step three, we go a little deeper into these categories and add more details of what our dream life will look like. you can also add new categories that pop into your head - in the example below, i've added "the world and society" and "skills and abilities."

note: the reason why i broke this up into multiple steps instead of just writing "write out all your desires at once" is because our brains can be mean to us and make us procrastinate if something isn't done "perfectly," so that's why adding an extra step is important to bypass the perfectionism.

optional steps:

because scripting is such a creative and expansive process, we might think of ideas we'd like to manifest in the future but not right now/not instantly. i like to organize my script further by adding another category: "future manifestations." these are ideas that i would love to manifest at some point later on but not necessarily while my dream life is manifesting right now.

another idea is separating categories even further into "instant manifestations" (manifestations that happen right now without things needing to unfold) or "perfect timing manifestations" (manifestations that slowly unfold naturally and linearly), if you want to get specific about how they show up in your life! however, these steps are completely optional and just fun details for specificity, and i can make a more detailed post on this later.

how you can use your script with any method:

scripting has been used as a successful manifesting and shifting method on its own forever because it specifically addresses one of the most important steps in the manifesting process - deciding what you want! by writing out what you want in your dream life, you can now decide that your script will manifest on its own or you can use any method under the sun to fulfill yourself within:

the void state: if you enter the void state to manifest, you could affirm "i have everything in my dream life script"

affirming: you can affirm "everything in my dream life script has come true"

visualization: you could create an imaginative scene where all of your desires from your script are fulfilled, or you can imagine looking at your script and smiling because everything came true

subliminals: you can create a very simple subliminal where all of your desires are included, or even a sub where the only affirmation is "i have everything in my dream life script"

the possibilities with scripting are absolutely endless. i hope that this guide has given you the inspiration and direction to write your own wonderful and unique script. now, go and get your dream life!

have fun! bunny 💕

[loubouskz]

strange things happen

han jisung x thick!fem!reader

description: tour just ended, and they were going back home. jisung should be happy and excited but can't help but be in his head. when he's told about the backrooms, he didn't really think he'd end up there, nor did he think he would meet a girl too. but then again, the strangest things happen to good people.

genre: strangers to lovers, the backrooms

warning: SMUT!, pov changes a few times, foggy in head space, anxiety fear, mentions of meditation, insomnia(in text but not mentioned), crying, panic attack, passing out, body insecurity, jisung being a sweetheart, somewhat fear of water, yelling, overthinking, kissing, making out, slight marking kink, oral(both receiving), the smallest bit of dirty talk, creampie

wc: 8.8k(somewhat proof-read)

a/n: idk why I wrote this!🤣 I just couldn't shake the thought of it, so I had to write it and now I absolutely love it. I tried my best to explain the levels they were in, basing it off the game: The Complex: Backrooms Found Footage. I think I did okay. tho choosing what skz member to write it for was hard but ended up choosing jisung. anyway, I hope you enjoy this! I would love to hear your guys feedback!❤️❤️

taglist: @hgema @jisunglyricist

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“what? you two honestly don’t believe in that stuff, right?” minho asked, placing his drink down. jisung hadn’t been listening to the conversation and looked around the dinner table. he saw everyone laughing and enjoying dinner while he was off wandering around in his head. the hyung line(besides minho who was sitting next to jisung) were finished eating and up and doing their own thing. while the maknae line were still sat at the table. they had just finished tour and were having a celebratory dinner party with the whole staff and crew.

“you never know what could be real minho.” jeongin said, shrugging his shoulders. jisung scrunched his eyebrows. “what are we talking about?” he asked, looking around the table. “the backrooms.” felix answered, leaning into the table. “what’s that?” he asked, poking around at his food. jisung didn’t really feel hungry, just more tired than anything. all he wanted to do was go to the hotel and sleep. 

“the backrooms are like an urban legend. its were you noclip out of our everyday world filled with people to a liminal space. there’s different areas or levels. the most famous one being this.” felix said, showing jisung a photo. an open room with yellow wallpaper and fluorescent lighting. “there’s been a lot of short films and documentaries to come out recently about it.” jeongin said. “but they’re fake.” seungmin cut in. “we don’t know that.” jeongin said, turning his head to seungmin. “basically you end up there, and you go through the levels to find a way out.” felix said. “that’s creepy.” jisung said as the two boys continued to show and tell him more about the backrooms.

the more felix and jeongin talked about the backrooms, the more fear set in jisung’s head. minho was starting to worry about him. “okay boys! i think that’s enough, let’s go enjoy this party before everyone gets too tired.” minho said, pushing his chair back to stand up. giving the two younger boys a stare, basically to say. shut the fuck up right now. everyone followed minho to the dance floor and processed to have a fun night. dancing the night away.

jisung could feel his body dancing to whatever song was playing. but he kept going back and forth in his head and being present while dancing. his brain had felt foggy for the last few days. even more now since the idea of the backrooms being real. he knows he shouldn’t believe it, but he can’t help it. the idea of being stuck and alone, going in endless loops, trying to find a way out…it scared him.

the party seemed to end quickly. though two hours had passed, it felt like six minutes. everyone cleaned up the areas that were messed up, and in a blink of an eye, jisung was in the van on the way back to the hotel. he doesn’t remember getting in the van and doesn’t even try to either. jisung took a deep breath and looked out the window. seeing the bright lights of the streetlamps and neon signs for the clubs, bushes and trees blurring at the speed. jisung just wanted to sleep. that’s all he needed. it had been a very long day, and he was ready for it to be over.

once in his shared hotel room. jisung took a long hot shower to relax his nerves. though he really didn’t do anything during the shower. he just stood under the water, forehead pressed against the cold wall till the water ran cold. jisung looked at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth for the night. he felt like he was seeing himself in third-person, and his body felt like a shell. he couldn’t understand why he was feeling like this. he’s been taking his medicine, never missing a day or night. jisung turned off the light and exited the bathroom. he removed his towel and put on a pair of boxers and his pajama pants on. not bothering to put on the matching shirt. 

he climbed into the bed and turned off his side lamp, ready for bed.  “you okay ji?” he heard minho voice ask. jisung turned his head and smiled at minho. “yeah, i’m fine man. just really tired and ready to sleep. can you turn off your light as well?” jisung said to him. minho gave a worried face but did what jisung asked with a nod. “if you need someone to talk and listen to you, you know you can talk to me. right, jisung?” minho asked out in the dark. jisung nodded his head, then remembered the lights were off. “i know. nothing’s wrong. i promise.” he said out loud before yawning. “night minho.” jisung said in a tired voice. “good night, jisung.” minho responded back.

why wasn’t sleep coming to him. jisung laid awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling. his arms under his head. his mind and body had felt tired. he wanted to sleep, so why wasn’t it coming to him. he didn’t want to toss around too much, scared that he would wake up minho. the one thing he didn’t want to do was worry him even more. so jisung stayed still and waited for sleep to take him. but it never did, he watched as the sun came up and heard the city become loud and full of life again. he heard minho starting to wake up. jisung turned over and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.

he heard minho get out of bed and walk over to him. shaking him to wake up. “wake up. we have to get to the airport.” minho said. jisung pretended to stir awake and sat up. “what time is it?” jisung asked. “6:43am. now come on and got to get dressed and packed.”

just like last night everything seemed to move fast but slow at the same time. jisung was dressed in his outfit for the day. a white loose fit tee, his black jacket, black baggy pants with his sneakers, dad cap, and face mask. when he blinked and looked up he at the international airport, everybody was ready to go home. he waved to the flashing cameras and stays that were there.

the group made their way through the airport, doing everything they needed to do to get to their gate in time. once they were there, got their tickets scanned and passports looked at. jisung was the last one. when he looked up to continue to board the plane, everyone was so far ahead of him. he doesn’t want to say he freaked out a little, feeling like he was getting left behind even though they were all on the same flight. but that is exactly what he felt. like his flight or fight response kicked in. he secured his carryon and jogged to catch up to the rest of his members, but the more steps he stook, the further they got. “hey chan wait up!” jisung called out to his leader, then he tripped and fell down. 

jisung closed his eyes and waited for the impact of the floor, but it didn’t come. he felt the wind starting to pick up. he opened his eyes and being to panic. this has to be a dream. jisung was free falling in the sky. he couldn’t do anything but scream and cry as the city buildings got closer and closer. he closed his eyes once again, waiting for death to hit him.

then he hit a carpeted floor, but not hard but definitely enough to make a thud sound…like he tripped and fell. jisung pushed himself up onto his knees and saw where he was. just like the picture felix had shown him.

open room, yellow walls, and fluorescent lights. he was in the backrooms.

no no no no this cannot be happening. “i’m dreaming. i must be dreaming.” jisung said as he did everything he could think of to wake himself up. he pinched his arm. hit his leg. slapped his cheek. hell, he even stood up and ran into one of the walls near him and fell down. “ow.” jisung said. falling onto his butt with his head hurting. jisung didn’t know what to do. he busted into tears as he ran. ran and ran. he felt like he was going in circles. everything looked the same! this can’t be real. he stopped and thought for a quick second where he should go. he yanked his face mask off. took a deep breath and continued to run. it doesn’t make any sense of how he could have ended up here. he wanted to be with his members. on the plane. going home. the tears blurring up his vision to the point where he couldn’t see. it felt like everything was closing in around him. he started to sleep black dots. everything went dark.

opening the journal in hand, going back to read what you wrote so you wouldn’t go insane and forget who you are. saying the following words aloud. what your name was. how old you were. your birthday. what year it was. the date it was when you got here. where you are from and currently living at. family, friends, and pets. what you were studying. etc. anything. you didn’t want to risk it even if it wasn’t going to happen. 

once you were done, you placed the journal in the pocket of the hoodie you were wearing. continuing down the nevering-end yellow halls. you don’t know how long you’ve been here, but it felt like years at this point. you don’t know how you end up here either, what this place was, or how to get out. the feeling of someone watching you never going away, even though you knew you were alone.

you turned the corner and physically jumped out of your skin. freezing at that moment. just ahead of you, was a person. a man lying on the ground. he looked to be passed out. you didn’t know whether to go up and shake him to see if he was okay or run. after debating with yourself, you decided to see if he was alive. you slowly walked over to him, taking quiet steps.

once you were right next to him, you squatted down. now seeing his face. you could see he was asian and around your age. his cheeks puffy and red with swollen eyes. you felt a sting to your heart. he must have just shown up here and most likely completely terrified. 

“hey are you okay?” i asked, shaking him on his shoulder. he groaned as he started to wake up. “come on, get up.” i said, shaking him a bit harder. his eyes fluttered open and saw me. i could tell panic set in. he quickly flipped over and scooted away from me. looked around and made a face before looking at me again. “i’m not going to hurt you.” i said. “how do i know that?” he said back. “because we are in the same boat and trying to get out.” i told him. he brought his knees up to his chest. “my name is y/n. what’s yours?” i said. “i’m jisung. han jisung.” he said. “well it’s nice to meet you, jisung.” i said with a smile. “do you know the way out?” he asked.

i stood back up. “no i don’t. sorry. if i did, i wouldn’t be here…where ever i am.” i sighed out, looking around at the yellow walls. “you’ve never heard of this place?” jisung said, looking up at me. “no. have you?” i questioned. he nodded his head slowly before standing up. “just last night, my friends were telling me about this place. it’s called the backrooms.” jisung said, “it’s where you clip out of our everyday world and you’re here.” jisung looked around the room with a scowl. he’s crazy. 

he brought eyes back to me and saw the look on my face. “you don’t believe me..” he said, taking off his cap and running his fingers through his hair. “no. that sounds too insane.” i told him. “there’s this place, a warehouse, a maintenance hall, pool area thing, house, and a lot more.” he said. “i’ve never seen any of those places you’ve mentioned besides this one.” i told him. jisung’s cheeks started to turn red. probably out of embarrassment. i breathed in, “how about we just stick together and find a way out.” i said. he nodded, “good idea.” so we began to walk the eerie room. 

“so…” jisung said, making me turn my head to him. “what do you do? i mean like in our world.” he asked. i smiled, “i’m studying at my dream university while doing part-time at a music shop on the side.” i expressed with happiness. “you?” i directed to him. “oh i’m a k-pop idol. i’m in a group called stray kids. have you heard of us?” he stated. “no sorry.” i said, shaking my head. jisung was telling me about himself and telling stories about his members. which i’ve learned that there is eight of them in total. “we recently just started getting really big these last two and half years. then covid came and we were stuck at home all of 2020.” jisung said. i stopped in my tracks. the fuck? 2020. have i been in here for that long? “my group and i just finished our tour called maniac.” jisung said, turning his head to look at me. when he didn’t see me, he turned around. 

“you okay?” he asked, walking back to me. “2020. it’s 2020?” i exclaimed. he shook his head, “no it’s april 5th 2023.” jisung hesitated to say. he furrowed his eyebrows, “what year did you think it was?” he questioned. “2019. i showed up here on june 9, 2019. i didn’t think i was in here for that long.” i cried out, feeling tears welt up in my eyes. jisung’s eyes widened. “hey hey, don’t cry y/n. we’re gonna get out of here. i promise.” he comforted, placing his arms onto my shoulders. a few tears fell to my cheeks. “none of that.” he said, quickly wiping them away with the knuckle of his pointer finger. “we’re going to get back home. alright?” he said. i nodded and sniffed, “okay.” i told him. jisung gave me a bright smile. “okay then, let’s get a move on.” he said, holding out his hand to take. i placed my hand in his and we continued on our way, trying to find the exit.

turning left and right, going straight. all of it seemed to be the same, the same damn yellow walls with every turn and move. the quiet noise of the fluorescent lights buzzing. 

“i feel like we are going in circles y/n.” jisung said out loud. “i don’t think we are?” i said, more in a question sense. we did another left turn and were met with a dark dead-end. there was a crawl space giving off light. “should we go through it?” jisung asked, squatting down in front of it. i looked at the size of it and looked at my body. 

i was on the thicker size. a tummy, thick thighs and hips, big boobs and butt. i became overly aware of my size. starting to feel small and insecure. “umm, i don’t think i can fit through that.” i quietly told jisung. he looked up at me, eyeing me up and down then back at the crawl space. “i think you’ll get through. plus you won’t know unless you try.” jisung said in a nice tone. “will you try?” he asked. my head came up with a million and one thoughts in one second on why i shouldn’t do it. “as long as you won’t look.” i said, avoiding eye contact. “i can do that.” jisung said while nodding his head.

jisung stood back up and took a few steps back. i walked closer to the crawl space and got on my hands and knees. i looked back at jisung and he had both of his hands covering his eyes and turned to the side. i turned back to the crawl space and started to make my way through. my upper half made it easy, it was a little snug at my hips- but i got through. i stood back up and called out to jisung. 

“i made it!” i said loud and proud. “great!” he said. soon enough, jisung crawled through and was standing next to me. we looked around and the yellow walls were starting to fade into gray metal like material. “i guess this is progress.” i declared, walking ahead. “yeah.” he said, following by my side. as we walked further into the gray walls, we heard a ding. “what was that?” jisung asked. we looked all around us till my eyes landed on an elevator to the right of us, tucked away in a cornered with the doors open.

“jisung there’s an elevator.” i said, making my way over to it. jisung quickly followed. it was a small elevator, but both of us fit with a comfortable distance between us. jisung looked down at the button panel. “well there’s only one direction to go.” he joked. i looked at the panel and sure enough, he was right. we could only go up. “let’s get out of here.” i said, nodding my head. jisung pressed the up button. the elevator doors quickly closed and we started heading up.

“i just thought of something.” jisung said, leaning his back against the wall. “what is it?” i mumbled. “if you’ve been in here since 2019, how are you still alive? there’s no food, no drinkable water. have you even slept?” jisung asked. i looked at him with wide eyes. “i. i honestly don’t know. it doesn’t feel like i’ve been in here that long. maybe a few days or weeks? and i’ve slept, but it was to take a break from walking. not because my energy was low and i needed sleep.” i replied, trying to understand it myself. “wow.” jisung said in pure awe. “i hope you’re not here for as long as i’ve been.” i added, just as the doors opened up. “i hope so too, but then again. i think we are going to get out of here. a lot sooner.” he said with a smile as he exited the elevator.

i followed behind him and to my surprise. we were in a completely different place. the walls were now white tiles, our shoes echoing throughout the hall. soon we came out to an open room with water. “this was the pool area i was talking about!” jisung exclaimed, giving me another one of those big smiles. i felt butterflies dance around in my stomach. god, does he have a killer smile. wait no, don’t think like that y/n. just because this is the person, especially male. does not mean you can form a crush on him.

jisung walked over to the railing and looked down to the right. i came up beside him and looked the same way. he turned his head to me. “do you believe me now.” he said, more in a statement. i could only nod my head. he pushed off the railing and walked behind me. “someone was here.” jisung said. i turned around and looked to see what he saw. there was a blanket on the floor. “so we’re not alone?” i asked. “either we’re not or that person already got out.” jisung said, “but if they are still here, let’s hope they’re as nice as you.” he added, turning around to face to water again.

“i think we are going to have to walk through the water.” jisung stated, going to the steps into the water. i slowly walked over to the steps and watched as he got in. “does it get deeper?” i asked. jisung brought his eyes to mine. “can’t swim?” he asked. “i can doggy paddle, but that’s about it.” i said. jisung rose his hand from his side. “don’t worry.” he said. i made my way down the steps and put my hand his. his hand was so soft and warm. i looked up at him. “i won’t let you go.” jisung promised.

the water covered the bottom half of our legs. deep enough to slush the water around but shallow enough to walk in. as we made our way through the water, there was an opening on the right but there was also another crawl space. jisung turned to me and i shook my head. “not that one.” i pleaded. “we don’t have to.” jisung responded, squeezing my hand. so we took the right hall, which was a little dark considering there was no light other than the sunlight at the end…if you could even call it that. whatever it was.

we slowly made our way to the end of the hall where there was a big circular column and a set of curvy steps out of the water. we quickly started up the stairs to get out of the water, jisung letting me go first. once i reached the top, there was another elevator. “if the rest of this easy to get out of, we’ll be home in no time.” i said, looking back at jisung. jisung looked back down at me and smiled. i glanced down at his lips and back up at his eyes, seeing he did the same thing. “yeah.” he whispered, a ding from the elevator made us jump.

jisung cleared his throat and guided out his hand to let me enter the elevator first. once we were both inside, i pushed the up button this time and watched as the doors closed once again. there was a bit of awkward silence. “tell me more about yourself, y/n. about things you want to do and achieve in life.” jisung said, looking down at his feet. i thought about it for a second and then told him a mini version of my life story and my goals and dreams.

jisung was laughing his butt off by the time the elevator doors opened, making me giggle. we looked out the doors and saw a mall, our laughter dropping at the slight of it. we stepped out and carefully eyed our surroundings. there was an empty fountain, newspaper and random magazines scattered around the floor, dark and quiet like every place has been.  just our shoes making the most noise. we made our way forward, jisung noticing a map hung on the wall.

“do you can this will help us?” jisung asked. “i don’t know.” i said, trying to read the map. “i can’t tell what it says.” i added, looking at jisung. “me neither.” he sighed out. we walked around, not really finding anything. just more dark, dimly lit halls and rooms and rarely stuff in them. besides a chair or two.

we entered the last hall, leading us to something different. “at least we can kinda tell where we are. better than the yellow room.” jisung said, making me smile, “yeah, you’re right about that.” i replied. then my eyes caught a glimpse at something ahead of us. “is that a red light?” i asked, picking up my pace a little. that’s new. we looked at the little hall where the red light was coming from, but it lead no where.

so we just continued walking forward. making turns left and right whenever we felt like it, unless it lead us to a dead-end. to help pass the time we came up with jokes and telling embarrassing stories. 

it was easy talking jisung, even if i had just met him. it felt like we had been friends for awhile. for once and surprisingly, i was happy i was stuck in here and that this happened to me. because i would have never been able to meet han jisung and get to know him for him. as terrible as it is. having someone with me, him with him, made me feel a lot better. 

“hey y/n!” jisung shouted, “come here, i think i found the way to the elevator!” i quickly turned around and followed jisung down a narrow hall with random turns. it opened up to a small cafeteria thing with the elevator on the left wall to the back. 

“we are making so much progress!” jisung said happily and ran over to the elevator. bouncing up and down like a little kid. i laughed as i made my way over to him and stood next to him. “how many levels are there?” i asked him as the elevator dinged. “i don’t know, but hopefully not too many.” he said as we stepped in the elevator for the third time. 

the doors opened up to a hotel with chairs thrown everywhere, lit up by the wall sconces. “well this level it a bit more creepy.” i stated out loud. we left the elevator and went to the right. “it says there’s a dining hall, maybe there’s food there.” jisung said. “are you actually hungry?” i questioned. “no, but it would be nice to eat something right now.” jisung said with a smile. soon enough, we came into the dining hall. 

“shit there’s nothing in here.” jisung whined. i walked over to the crawl space and looked in. “no where to go in there.” i said, turning back around. “dead-end?” jisung sighed. “dead-end.” i said back to him. he groaned as we pushed our way back the way we came to go down a different hall. we came across a small gap in the wall. jisung looked at me. “should we try it?” he asked. “sure why not. we have all the time in the world.” i answered with laugh. 

jisung fit like it was nothing. for me, it was a bit of a squeeze, but bearable. it was just another long hall, just very small and dim. eventually, it opened back up and the elevator was right in front of us and already open. “luck seems to be on our side, we’re going to get home in no time!” jisung said as we entered the elevator.

the doors closed and we only went up for a few seconds then stopped. there was a tap on the door. we both looked at each other. two more taps, jisung stood in front of me in case there was actual someone there. four more taps against the door before the finally opened up. chairs were blocking the exit the leave, the room completely red. we couldn’t get out.

“are we suppose to get out?” i asked, jisung slowly shock his head. he quickly pressed the button to go up so the doors could close again. slowly but sure the doors closed and we started going up again. jisung spun around to face me. “i feel like we are getting closer to go home.” he said with a smile. the doors opened back up and saw the yellow wallpaper. “why the hell are we back here?” i said, pushing past jisung. yellow walls, carpeted floors, fluorescent lights. I turned back to jisung to had a defeated look on his face. i felt my eyes starting to burn. “you’re a fucking liar. i knew i shouldn’t have trust you.” i felt my voice cracking in the sentence. jisung jumped at the sound of my hurt voice. “y/n.” he said, stepping towards me. i back up and shook my head. “no.” i said, before turning around. i walked over to a wall and sled down. crying and feeling hopeless. 

“there’s no way this is the same.” i heard jisung say. he heard him jogging around, i couldn’t even bring myself to look up to see where he was going. i’m such an idiot for thinking i could get out of this place. there’s no way out, just endless loops of different rooms all feeling the same way. hell it’s been five years since i got here. everyone probably thinks i’m dead by now. my family, my friends, my two roommates, everyone who knew me. thinks i’m dead. what’s the point of trying to get out of here when they think i’m dead and gone.

i felt a pair of hands grab my cheeks and push my face up. i saw jisung’s face with tears and a light smile. “it’s not the same y/n.” jisung said, he grabbed my hands and pulled me up. “come on, all we have to do is follow the beeping.” he said, dragging me along with him at a fast pace. we turned a couple a corners and i was first it wasn’t the same. just the color of the room. instead of there just being rooms entering rooms, there were also columns now and more space going up. i hardly had time to process what was happening, jisung just kept pulling me with him. stopping every now and then to listen. 

“what are you liste-” jisung shushed me. then i heard the beep he had been following. “it’s this way.” he said, making a left turn, then a right. the beeping continued to get louder and louder as we got closer. we turned around corner and was greeted into a big room with the elevator. the next part happened so quickly. jisung turned around, placed his hands on my cheeks again and gave my a hard kiss with passion. i yelped as i wasn’t expecting that to happen. i recovered fast and kissed him back, placing my hands on his chest which made jisung smile into the kiss. he pulled away, leaving his forehead on mine.

“we’re going home like i promised.” he said just above a whisper. i looked into his soft brown eyes. “i’m sorry i yelled at you.” i apologized. he shook his head, “no i understand, you want to get back home as much i as i do and when you saw the yellow walls again you felt lied to. i understand, i would have felt the same way.” he told me. jisung removed his hands from my cheeks and down my arms. grasping my left hand with his right. “let’s keep going.” he said, to which i nodded to.

we entered the elevator once again, pressing the up button. the door closed once more, the elevator moving up once again. jisung squeezed my hand, making me turn to him. he leaned in for another kiss which i gladly accepted. it started out as a sweet innocent kiss but became more heated. jisung pushed me against the wall, pressing his body to mine. making me moan into the kiss. with that small opening, jisung slid his tongue into my mouth. exploring every nook and cranny. he tasted like a muted minty flavor. i ran my hands up his body and to the back of his neck, playing with the hair poking out of the cap. jisung groaned into the kiss, rolling his hips into mine. i whined, pushing my hips to his. feeling his erection growing by the second.

“god, i want to fuck you so bad.” jisung said, once he pulled his lips away. my body feeling tingly, goosebumps forming on my skin. i shivered at his words. i went to respond but the elevator dinged and the doors opened back up. “if we can find a not so creepy area, i’ll let you fuck me.” i said to him, looking dead in the eyes. he groaned and gave me another sloppy kiss.

he interlaced our fingers and pulled me out of the elevator. we only made it a few steps before stopping, realizing how dark it was. we could hardly see each other. we continued walking but very slowly, not knowing what was ahead.

just a few more steps forward, a loud snap echoed in the room we were in accompanied with red lights shining the area. we were in the middle of a street with few houses following the side. at the end of the road was a tunnel with the elevator in the center of the tunnel. i looked around at the lights. the redness gave the feeling a not welcoming feeling, like more eyes were on us then the last time. we listened and watched out for any nobody that could be here, but there was no one. not even in the houses. we continued to the tunnel and made our way inside the elevator.

the doors opened to a clean white wall with oak wood floors. nothing on the floor, but a blanket up ahead in front of a window. jisung bent down to it and felt it as i looked out the window. “it’s completely cold, whoever was here hasn’t been here for awhile.” jisung explained. “i think we’re in an apartment complex.” i said. i remember that being one of the places jisung said we could turn up at. jisung stood up and looked at the window as well. just looking at it gave me an uneasy feeling. it was dark ‘outside’, only light coming from all the windows and maybe one of two lamps. jisung turned to me, “let’s keep going.” he said, nodding his way down the hall.

turn after turn we were just greeted by more dead-ends. coming back out of one of the last halls. before we could even make it fully, we stopped in our tracks. there right in front of us was a an opening. like the building had been cut in half. 

we got closer to it. “that would be a long fall.” jisung said as he looked down. i nodded my head. “yeah it would be.” i said. jisung looked at the other opening his could see. “do you think i could make that jump?” he questioned. my eyes widened. “please do not try to make that big ass gap han jisung.” i raised my voice at him. he turned to me, wide eyed. “yes ma’am.” he said giving me a smirk.

we headed back to where the original hall connected to the hall we were just in and the elevator door was right in front of us. like it just appeared out of no where. “well that’s new.” i said as we walked up to it. “yeah, let’s hope that doesn’t happen again.” jisung laughed out as we got in. “on the next stop do you think we can sit down and take a breather?” i asked him. “yeah sure. i don’t mind taking a break at all.” he answered back. 

the doors opened up again to flat land and a singular house. we seated out, taking in our surroundings. it was like we were on a small planet, you could see a slight curve where it circled down and around. the sky was painted in a dusk night with the sun already gone and the stars starting to pop up.

“you picked a good one, y/n.” jisung pointed out as we made our way to the house. the front door was open and a room directly the right of us. a chair and a blanket on the floor. we walked a little further into the house and right there in the corner to the left was the elevator. in front of it on the other wall was a door but it was closed. jisung grabbed the door handle and twisted the knob.

“it’s locked.” he said. “did you still want to rest or did you want to just go since the elevator is right here?” he added. as much as i wanted to go, i couldn’t stand the feeling in the pit of my stomach anymore. i wanted him. right here and now. i walked up to him and placed my hands on his shoulders. i leaned my face close to his, lips barely touching. “did you forget what i told you earlier?” i asked, never breaking eye contact. i could feel his hot breath on my lips. “no.” he said, stealing a look at my lips. 

i leaned in and crashed my lips onto his, him groaning in the process. jisung’s hands went for my hips before dragging them down and to my ass. giving it a hard squeeze. i moaned into the kiss, right before pulling away with jisung chasing after my lips. i giggled and grabbed his forearm, pulling him the first open room we saw. i pressed him against the nearest wall, connecting my lips to his neck. i pushed off his jacket as i left marks on his body. i bit his collarbone, getting my hand under his shirt and pushing it up. jisung quickly threw his cap off and slid his shirt off his body. i kissed down his chest and got on my knees. unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them. i pushed them down his thighs along with his underwear. 

his cock was already halfway hard. i spat on my hand and gripped him. jisung moaned, throwing his head back onto the wall. i ran my hand up and down, my mouth watering at the sight of him. i placed the tip of his cock on my tongue and licked up the bead of pre-cum coming out. jisung looked down at me and brought his hand on the top of my head. i opened my mouth and shoved him in. taking as much as i could. 

“oh fuck y/n.” jisung said as his body tensed up from the feeling of my warm mouth. i bobbed my head back and forth, loving how heavy he felt on my tongue. i moaned around his cock. i moved my hand to his balls and played with them. jisung thrusted his hips forward, making me gag.

“sorry.” he said, pulling his cock out of my mouth. he placed his hand under my chin and tilted my head up. “you aright?” he asked with worried eyes. i nodded my head and smiled. “yeah i’m okay.” i said. “good.” he stated as he got on the floor then kicked off his shoes and pants. jisung grabbed his clothes and laid them behind me. he gently pressed me back to make me lay down.

jisung climbed over me and kissed me as he ran his hands up my body and under my shirt. i froze and grabbed his wrists, making him freeze. “you wanna leave it on?” he asked when he pulled away. “just my shirt, everything else can come off.” i shyly told jisung. “that’s fine.” jisung said with a smile. jisung sat up, running his hands down my body to my sweats. “just so you know, i think you look beautiful.” he said, admiring every curve and roll on my body. i blushed at his statement. he pulled down my sweats and off my legs, taking my shoes off too.

jisung groaned at sight of my underwear, seeing a dark patch on the material. he made eyed contact with me as he laid down. coming face to face with my cunt. jisung placed a kissed right on top of my clit then gave a bold lick, sending shock waves though my body. he hooked his finger around my underwear and pushed it to the side.

he immediately dived in and started eating me out. i threw my head back as i ached my back. my hand found his hair and tugged at it hard. the sounds of his groans vibrated my body. i whined as he pushed his tongue inside my wet hole. I clamped my thick thighs around his head.

“god, you taste so good.” jisung said, spitting on my mound. he ran his finger up my slit before pushing it in. “gotta stretch you out for my cock baby.” he said in a gravely voice, setting up a decent speed. “want you to cum all over my hand.” he said before diving back in. his tongue playing my clit again. “oh jisung!” i yelled out. my breathing picked up as his added a finger, making me clench around him. “curl your fingers up.” i whined out. jisung did exactly what i told him to do. finding my g-spot quickly. i ached my back and angled my hips even more as i felt my orgasm getting closer. making me curl my toes and my legs start to shake.

“harder.” i pleaded, needing more pressure to help me release. jisung pounded fingers hard into me with every pullback curling them up. his tongue danced around my clit as my legs started to shake. “oh fuck, i’m gonna cum!” i moaned loudly. he wrapped his lips around my clit and hummed, which sent me head first into my climax- nearly screaming jisung’s name from my lips. he slowly removed his fingers. patting my clit a few times, making me jolt.

“i love how you scream my name.” he said, sitting back onto his knees. “want more.” i said, spreading my legs out. “i want you inside me, please.” i whined. “fuck, i love that even more.” he said, scooting up so he could line his cock up with my opening. slowly pushing in as he rubbed my sensitive clit. i closed my eyes, running my hands above my shirt. gripping at my boobs. we both moaned as he bottomed out. jisung steaded himself before placing his arms under the back on my knees, holding my legs. he slowly pulled out halfway and slammed back in. 

“fuck.” i whispered. jisung’s eyes never left my body as he began to keep up the pace. watching every closely at my body and how it was jiggle and moving with each thrust. “shit, i’m not gonna last long.” he whined out, gripping my legs hard. i clenched around him at how whiny he sounded. just the sound of our skin hitting the walls of the room and loud moans from the both of us. jisung let go of my legs and laid on top of my body. his hot chest moving against my hoodie, making it come up a little. placing his hands neither side of my head. his hot breath fanning my face.

“you look so good under me. don’t wanna stop fucking this tight little cunt.” jisung said, punching a hard thrust. i wrapped my legs around his waist and arm around his back, burying my head into the crease of his neck. from this angle the pubic bone grazed my clit perfectly. i moaned feeling my second orgasm coming up fast. “gonna cum.” i whispered as i dug my nails into his back from the pleasure. jisung’s thrusts became sloppy and more rough. “me too, where should i cum?” he moaned. “inside. cum inside me, i wanna feel how much you fill me up.” i cried out, he shivered. he wrapped his right arm around the back of my shoulders, pulling my upper half even closer.

“cum with me baby.” he whined, sending a handful of hard thrusts with him pulling almost completely out, only leaving the tip in. slamming his cock deep inside one more time, shooting his hot seed around my walls. triggering my own climax, clenching around him harder than before. he rutted against me, my body feeling like pulp. i slowly released him from my grip, jisung helping me lay down my upper half. 

he sat up and grabbed his soften cock, easing it out of my sensitive hole. both hissing at the feeling. i closed my legs as jisung laid next to me so we could actual catch our breath. i looked over at jisung who was already looking at me. we broke out into smiles and laughter. he rolled over placing his arm loosely around my waist.

“when we get out of here, i wanna take you out of a date.” jisung said with a big bright smile. i felt my eyes widen and cheeks become red. “really?” i asked, making him nodded. “are you sure you want to be seen with a girl like me?” i questioned, glancing down at my bigger body. “i don’t care about that. just the type of person you are and from what i’ve learned so far. you seem like a great woman that i want to get to know more.” he said, making me blush even harder. i smiled at him then had a thought.

“what if when we get out of here we’re not together.” i said. jisung took a deep breath and placed his hand to my cheek. “then i’ll find you.” he said quietly before leaving a gentle kiss on my lips. jisung pulled away and laid back down. “come here.” he sai, opening his arms. i smiled and cuddled into him, laying my head on his chest. 

after a few minutes of cuddling, we got up and put back on our clothes. we were standing in front of the elevator. jisung turned his head to me. “ready?” he asked. “ready as i’ll ever be.” i answered back. we hopped in and watched as the doors closed. “where do you think we’ll go next?” i asked him. “well from what i remember my members telling me. we could end up in a long straight hall and a warehouse. other then those two, i don’t know.” jisung said.

the doors opened up but we weren’t completely on the level we need to be on. jisung and i looked at each other with questioning looks on our faces. jisung looked out to see what the level was. then the elevator cart jolted down a bit. jisung stumbled back into me. i grabbed ahold of his sides as we both looked at the doors. then the cart started falling, making loud screeching noises and lights going off.

“jisung!” i shouted. fear filling my body, heart pounding in my chest. jisung grabbed ahold of my arms and tried his best to face me. “grab onto my forearms y/n!” he yelled over the loud sound. i did what he said and held on tightly. “we’re going be okay!” i heard jisung said. i didn’t know what to do but scream as tears ran down my face. i tried to take a step to jisung but my body didn’t move. that’s when i realized had i closed my eyes.

i snapped my eyes open and saw that we were no longer in the elevator. i screamed out jisung’s name as i panicked. jisung opened his eyes and saw what was happening. i felt my grip of my left hand loosening and sliding down jisung’s arm. “don’t let go!” jisung screamed. “i’m trying!” i cried out as the wind started blowing faster and faster. then the wind hit us from the side, making us spin. both my hands were now at his wrists. jisung digging his fingertips into my skin.

i kept slipping from his grasp, hands to hands. jisung was using all his strength to pull me towards him the wind kept picking up. i looked at him with teary eyes the best i could. “you’ll find me!” i called out. “i promise!” jisung yelled back with tears in his eyes as well. the wind hit us once more from the other direction, making us spin hard.

that time, i lost the grip on jisung. “jisung!” i screamed. “y/n!” he screamed back but he sounded so far away. i kept spinning as the wind took me where it wanted. once i’d stopped spinning i realized i was headed straight to the ground in an alley. nonono. i closed my eyes, not wanting to see the ground getting closer. i landed on a big pile of trash bags, tumbling down them onto the concrete. landing on my side. 

“ow.” i said, looking around me and it was dark. that’s when i heard it. a car. people. a town. i shot up and looked in front of me, just to see a car pass by. “holy shit. i’m back.” i whispered. i got up from the ground and made my way out of the alley. i looked both ways before deciding to go right. i went into the nearest store and asked where i was. i’m home.

i sat in the police station waiting for my family and roommates to arrive. jisung was right about it being 2023. everything. i wouldn’t have made it back here if it weren’t for him. thank you han jisung. i can’t wait to see what you've told me about you and your group.

“y/n!” i heard my best friend called out. i looked up to see them all entering the station. “oh my god!” i said under my breath as i got up and ran to them. i hugged everyone so hard with them asking a million and one questions but being grateful that i was back and safe. “let’s go home first. what i’m going to tell you is crazy.” i told them.

later that night, in my soft bed. in my bedroom. i looked up han jisung and stray kids. jisung described them perfectly. treated each other like brothers. i listened to their music as i fell asleep.

jisung hit the trash bags, landing straight on his back. he groaned in pain of the sun as he removed himself from the stink. he looked around a saw he was in an alley. walking to the end where the street was, he saw that he was back in korea. just outside of jyp entertainment. i’m back! he ran inside the building greeting everyone who had shocked looks on their faces. but he couldn’t care less. he wanted to see is members. he ran to the elevator then stopped, turning around and heading to the stairs. he pushed himself through so many flights of stairs. he opened the hall door and ran down to the practice room, hoping his brothers would be in there. passing all his peers, like members of twice and itzy. 

he nearly broke down the door when he opened it. making everyone inside jump and look. the boys had stopped what they were doing and quickly ran to jisung, hugging him tightly.

“are you okay!”

“you’ve been gone for a full week!”

“what happened to you!”

“did someone kidnap you!”

“we were so scared!”

“one second we were behind us, next you were gone!”

“where have you been!”

jisung just cried being home again. “you’re not going to believe me when i tell you.” he said. explaining the full story, leaving out the sex part. felix and jeongin’s eyes were about to pop out of their head. “jisung, don’t lie.” minho said, rolling his eyes. felix shook his head. “how would he know about the the falling out of the sky! we never told him that.” felix explained. “or elevator failing when you come back!” jeongin added. “if you really did show us the girl.” seungmin said. “i need my phone then.” jisung said. chan quickly got up and ran over to a table, grabbing jisung’s phone.

once in his hands, he unlocked his phone and went straight to instagram. he typed in her fist and last name and she was the second account to pop up. jisung tapped on her icon and went to her profile. he clicked the first photo and noticed that it was posted just a few minutes ago. i scrolled down and looked at the date of the last photo. june 1st, 2019 was her last post. 

jisung showed the boys the proof with the photos, old comments, the article from when she first went missing, where she lives in the world, and even read the caption on her newest photo.

‘i’m back home! i won’t explain to here because it will most likely be on the news. but i can’t help but so grateful to the person i met who helped get me out. thank you so much h.j. i hope that you’re back home and safe as well and hope that we’ll meet again soon.’

after that, the boys believe him. they spent hours talking, completely forgetting about practice. just wanted to be with jisung with the rest of the day. we went out and had dinner. everyone went back to 3racha+hyunjin’s apartment, played games, and watched a movie or two. before finally calling it a night.

jisung laid in bed, staring at his phone. instagram was open once again, but this time he was trying to figure out what to type to y/n. fuck it he siad in his head.

hey, it was easy to find you. we still on for our date?

a few minutes passed before he saw someone typing…

date, time, and where.

[shakingparadigm]

What if Luka expects Hyuna to come like she did in his round with Mizi and he is plotting something.He has the trust of aliens,the love of the public and no one would suspect him to do something outside the box,far from the image he created of himself.Hyuna made her appearence in round 5 when we didn't expected it. If the round isn't entirely dedicated to Ivan and Till,this may be an option.He may confront Mizi and Hyuna,they may not be able to rescue Ivan and Till and not make it in time. Luka may not appear at all.

(Me overthinking things: OMG Akugetsu will cover Hyuna's song this must mean something | The other me: OMG I can't wait,this song literally suits him!)

(I like the style of your drawings,the way you use colors and the way you phrase things! When something about ALNST comes out I just wait for your updates! I can't imagine what will happen on tumblr when round 6 is out. And then all of us will wait for the next one over again XD)

Till the end.

TILL... the end...

Ok this is the worst joke I could ever make.

Oohh. Luka appearing in ROUND 6 would honestly be insane. I thought about him making an appearance in the short teaser scene before credits, but if he actually confronted anyone himself that would be so interesting. Imagine all 6 of them in the same episode... the same room... no way... the Alien Stage would be real...

Luka attempting to sabotage Mizi and Hyuna is such an intriguing concept. I do think he's figured out that Hyuna will be returning, he grew up with her, after all. He's most likely aware of her penchant for protecting people. He probably expects Mizi to come back for the only friends she has left, too. He couldn't do anything the first time he saw Hyuna after ROUND 5, but he might be more eager to get his hands on her now. If we get our first adult Hyuna and Luka interaction during ROUND 6 I'd actually go insane. as much as I hope for it though, I'm not sure whether or not it will actually happen. ROUND 6 already has a lot going for it. A final confession of love already makes for a heavy episode, but with Till's newly revealed backstory added to the mix? Mizi and Hyuna's attempt at a jailbreak? The whole video would probably need an entire week to be processed and even comprehended, especially if they want to go into extensive detail on each aspect. Still, though, if Luka interfered... if Mizi and Hyuna were unable to save anyone and had to defeatedly return to the rebellion base carrying the weight of their failure, well, I DON'T THINK I'D BE REACHABLE FOR AT LEAST 10 BUSINESS DAYS I'd have to go into hiding in order to cope with that. But who knows! The fun part about VIVINOS videos is that they're always gonna leave you fucked up in one way or another!

AKUGETSU COVERING ALL-IN. TILL COVERING HYUNA'S SONG. I've posted so many times about this day holy shit its finally real. It really does suit him! Do you think AKUGETSU is

1) hinting that Till is joining the rebellion

or

2) giving us the All-In cover as compensation for whatever bad thing is going to happen to Till

(or a secret third thing: he literally just did it for fun and we've just gone insane.)

Ahh thank you so much for enjoying my stuff! I'm so happy, everyone's been really nice to me as of late and I don't know what to doooo hahaha I'm just really glad to share everyone's excitement for ALIEN STAGE :)

You wait for my updates??!! oh no I'm so sorry 😭 I'm quite late at times because I've had some stuff going on (I've barely said anything about the April Fools actor au 😭) but hopefully I'll be free to go absolutely nuts after the release of ROUND 6 tomorrow!! If you're ever in need of someone to scream about ROUND 6 with my inbox is always open!! Thank you for your kind words!!

Can't wait till I get to hear from you again! :)

[disturbedbeautywrites]

You did what?! - Jake Seresin Imagine x Bestie Reader

This can be read as a stand alone blurb or as part of the bigger series it’s in!

Peach rings and broken things masterlist

Warnings: Slight smut so 18+ please, cursing, some slight angst because I couldn’t help it, and I think that’s it

Hangovers were never fun. They weren’t fun when you were in high school or college, and they definitely weren’t anymore fun now. You slowly sat up and groaned as you laid your head in your hands, realizing you were in Jake’s bed and last night came crashing down as realization hit you harder than a train.

You had made out with Jake last night, but more than that, the two of you had hooked up. Your eyes were about to pop out of your head until you closed your eyes and let everything come back to you.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Jake’s voice was velvet soft as he hovered above you, his fingers laced through yours. His thumb was brushing over your knuckles, his breath coming out in uneven pants. His eyes were glazed over from how drunk he was, but they also seemed to be lighting up as he took in every inch of you. You felt exposed, but safe. This was Jake, your Jake.

His lips were on your before you could even begin to overthink it anymore, your every sense beginning to be overwhelmed by him. “I-I don’t wanna rush into anything.” Your stammer caught you off guard as he pulled away, his fingers brushing over your cheek softly. “Anytime you wanna stop, we can.” His lips were on your forehead before he met your eyes with his, his mouth set in a straight line as he saw a bit of panicked hesitation go through your eyes. “Peach, I’m serious. You know I’ve got you..” His words were a soft comfort as you nodded and smiled at him, his lips attaching to yours again as you fully let go this time.

Jake was a ladies man, that you knew for sure. You grew up seeing all the girls he hung around and hearing stories of his hookups and sexcapades that he had all throughout your entire friendship. You grew to become used to it, but you never knew the stories were actually true. Jake was a giver and he wanted you to feel just as good, if not better than him. His fingers were working you up and causing your body to feel like it was on fire every inch that he touched. Your moans were mixing with his grunts and mumbles of how beautiful you were and it was a sinful symphony that sounded like music to your ears.

His every thrust was met with your bucking hips and arching back, pleasure coursing through you in a way that you never knew was possible. Sure, you had slept with Nathan, but this was different. This was Jake absolutely making sure that you were taken care of and that was something new for you. It felt like fire and frost meeting in an explosiveness that only could be brought on by this one man. He made sure you finished multiple times before he even finished once and it definitely had you spent when you were done. “What if I can’t walk tomorrow?” The words were meant to be thought, but they unfortunately stumbled out of your puffy lips. “Guess I’m carting you around everywhere. Or we can just stay in bed all day.” He shrugged and wrapped an arm around you as your head laid against his chest. Sure, this was bound to get messy, but you were enjoying it for now.

You were now getting out of bed slowly, your joints and muscles aching in ways you didn’t know were possible. It had been a while since you had been this sore, but you could walk, even if it was a little baby deer-like. You slipped on a pair of athletic shorts and one of Jake’s hoodies and walked into the living room, looking for the two boys. “You look pretty in my hoodie.” The compliment was so casual it caught you off guard as a bright red flush came over your face, your eyes bashfully looking up at the blonde boy whose lips they left. “I wear your hoodies all the time, you never complimented me before.” You were meaning it as a joke but a small smirk made its way to his lips. “I guess it’s different now that I’ve seen what’s under it and heard you moaning my name last night.” You threw a washcloth at him before he laughed and dodged it, taking a sip of his coffee. “Kidding. Kidding. Kind of.”

“Okay, Hangman either you are watching your porn way too loud or you had quite the time last night and you need to share the number of the little lady you had over.” Bradley was pulling a shirt over his torso as he walked out of his room, not noticing the way your face completely took on a look of mortification. Jake was trying to keep a straight face and swallow his coffee, but it soon came spitting out of his lips along with a loud bellowing of laughter. Bradley just shot him a look of confusion before he looked at you and slowly put the picture together. “Okay, new rule. You guys can only bang when I’m out of the house. Fucking disgusting.”

“We’re disgusting? What about you captain Bradshaw?” Your eyebrows started to wiggle as you resisted the urge to buckle over laughing, slight giggles coming out of your parted lips. He looked offended and tried to shake his head, but the look of shame was there. “How?” He was baffled, looking between the two of you. “Thin walls, buddy.” You slapped the wall beside you for effect as you grinned at him, waiting for the fall out. “Now I gotta kill you.” He was joking as he lunged at you, your legs taking you off and towards your room as you locked the door. He couldn’t get you in there. Little did you know, Bradley kind of planned that. He knew you by now and he knew your reactions and he wanted to talk to Jake. He needed details on the two of you.

He turned to look at Jake expectantly after he made sure you were out of earshot, eyes raising at the other aviator. “What?” Jake shot him a look before Bradley gestures towards you. “What the fuck do you mean what?” Bradley glared at him before Jake took the hint and shrugged, drinking his coffee again. “Not while she had a boyfriend, right..?”

“No, of course not! Now shut the fuck up. She’ll hear you.” Jake’s voice was a bit of a sharp snap, a warning tone to it. He didn’t want you to hear Rooster pestering him about you. He knew where your head was in that fact that you didn’t know where it was. It was confusing, but he understood it. He didn’t want to pressure you into talking about it, and he definitely didn’t want to make things awkward between the two of you. “We slept together, it happened. I’m just going with the flow.” Jake was nonchalant to Bradley about the whole thing, but inside he was freaking out. He had been crushing on you since he was 14, but he wasn’t about to blurt that out. Rooster couldn’t keep a secret, everyone knew that. “Are you sleeping with other girls too?” Rooster was being nosy and Jake just sighed and shook his head, looking at the other male. “No. She’s too good to do that too, man. I’m leaving things in her hands and we’ll see where it goes.” And again, his stomach was in knots and flipping because he hoped that he didn’t ruin your friendship.

[rust-is-a-car-disease]

Vtk hc(s) ✨

Cassian and water things to do with how he died (water, awareness, miscellaneous, falling)

All of this is from memory so im not sure if its accurate. Either way its fun to think about! If i remember correctly he fell/got thrown off (idr remember) a cliff into the ocean.

*water may also refer to relevent liquids in general

Cassian is afraid of being submerged in water. He may be uncomfortable depending on the amount of water hes in and how deep it is and stuff like that but being fully submerged is immediate panic. On bad days he tries to avoid water all together. (This becomes a problem to stay hydrated) A lot of the times, not being able to easily touch the bottom with his head still sticking out also causes panic. The exception is very good days and even then he struggles a lot. Baths are a no. He spends minimal time if hes in a place that could hold water, depending on how much it could hold and his mood. Ex. If hes having a shower on a bad day in a bathtub like in a hotel or smtg, he wouldnt spend a lot of time other then absolute nessecary to make sure hes clean. (This might just be me projecting how easy it is for me to overthink things.) If hes say, in a place that could flood like a flood prone basement and its raining, he would get the heck out immediately if theres nothing urgent to do there.

Oh! And other aspects other than just bodies of water. He wont drink salty drinks. The ocean and wave sounds make him antsy. He hates the smell and taste of super salty stuff, esp ones that remind him of the ocean. He stays away from edges near water. He gets extra cautious near cliffs. He tends to keep an eye out for possible vantage points for snipers. Hes overall more paranoid and vigilant.

Another thing is falling. Its an iffy thing where sometimes it doesnt affect him, sometimes he can barely stand losing his balance. Its quite random but for the most part hes fine. Like he could fall down the stairs and feel mentally completely fine but sometimes he'd stumble a bit and feel out of breath from a moment of panic/expecting something to go wrong. The first time it happened he just stood there shocked for a bit.

Alternatively: he would subconsciously pick and choose certain things he'd still do above, but he would unknowingly for a while ignore the rest even if he feels like he should do it. Ex. He might still feel breathless from tripping or avoid salty drinks, one bc its unnavoidable and another bc its a more obvious point of memory (subconscious things are also unavoidable mostly), but ignore any discomfort from edges and stuff and so not being as careful as he would if he acknowledged the discomfort. He doesnt even realise he does it at all for a while, it just sorta happens. (I am probably projecting here)

Ehm before i forget, suffocation is kinda similar to drowning right? (Not really but i think it works) so he positions himself in a way where nothing would be covering his breathing on bad days. (This is more like a 'dont forget this!!!' For me... i think itll be interesting to think about how certain habits and actions would change after and comparing suffocation to drowning, overall i think it might not have as big an impact as other lasting effects)

I want to talk about how like the attacks and seeing jeff die and other stuff may affect him but i havent even fully formed those thoughts yet.

Ugh i also want to talk about temperature and other stuff but i am tired now. So this is more like a to think about list!

[damascus-crowned-king]

HI hi hello

Okay I was thinking abt like a flashback fic where it’s Freelancer when they’re like 12 or 13 and finding out they have powers for the first fime ever??? And it was during an upsetting moment??? I think they said they did psychokinesis first in canon OKAY BYE ILY MWAH MWAH

also if u want i can have ur deranged friend meet my deranged friend

OH THANK FUCK ITS FINALLY FINISHED

Ofc they can meet

Warnings: panic attack, implied shitty/abusive parents, shitty ending freelancer is both young and having a hard time

Word count is around 500 and not proofread

Is it pronounced vase or vaAse?

They just wanted to have fun.

They didn't want this.

It was a Friday afternoon in the middle of Fall

With a chaotic thunderstorm just outside their house, and with them being home alone, they needed to find a way to entertain themselves.

Their black and white cat Oreo definitely wasn't trying to help them with their boredom.

And with the power out, they couldn't watch anything either. Not to mention, the storm was making their anxiety pretty bad.

They have nothing to do.

Except for throwing a worn down tennis ball at the wall and then catching it as it bounced back. Their mother always told them not to do that. But they had nothing else better to do.

They throwed and bounced that ball for who knows how long. Maybe 4 minutes. Maybe an hour.

They were just trying to pass the time.

Throw, bounce, catch, repeat. 

Throw, bounce, catch, repeat

Throw, bounce, catch, repeat

Throw, Accidentally hit a dresser that had their moms vase on top- wait.

Their moms vase was falling.

...

Y'know? They never really believed in the whole TV trope where everything goes in slow motion whenever something bad or dramatic happens. But it was happening. It was happening right now as they saw their mothers vase slowly fall down with a 100% chance of it shattering on impact. And they couldn't do a damn thing about it.

It's not like they could make the vase levitate so it wouldn't break- oh.

The vase is levitating.

Huh.

…

They really didn't know what to do in this situation.

On one hand, the vase didn't break. So their parents won't beat their ass.

On the other hand they're making a fucking vase float and they're on the brink of a panic attack.

What should they do? What can they do?

How is this even possible?!

Their mind was racing with a million thoughts and theories.

Little did they know that the more they overthink, the more their powers- their magical hold on the vase- slipped. And the more they thought the more it slipped and slipped and slipped. Until the vase continued its horrific descent to the floor and shattered.

Great. Not only were they on the brink definitely having a panic attack, but they're also gonna get their ass beat for doing something their mom told them to stop doing and breaking her vase because of it.

They couldn't breathe, they couldn't stop crying sobbing, they couldn't stop shaking.

What should they do? What can they even do?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. They were nothing but a stupid teen. Oh God, what are their parents when they figure out they can do whatever they did? Their head is gonna be on a stick. This couldn't get any worse, right?

Their anxiety was making them go crazy. It was making them want to throw up. It was making them hallucinate their parents' car pulling up in the driveway. Which couldn't be possible. The rain would've slowed them down, right? Or were they so lost in their own predicament and their heavy sobs that they didn't realize that the rain stopped?

God knows that it doesn't matter now. They just needed to figure out how to explain to their parents what happened without seeming crazy, a freak, or a disappointment. But with their luck, it'll probably seem like they're all three.

[demansiabites]

The Discordance truly does intrigue me from a writing standpoint, because of the way "it doesn't exist" is treated. As many of us are aware, the Discordance doesn't exist, nor does Parabola, but the way that the two are treated (at least as far as I'm aware) is incredibly different.

Parabola as a location is seeming to imply (and by that I mean directly stated) that it is the Is-Not of our world. The way Parabola works can, with some effort at least, be put into terms we are capable of explaining and understanding. You can scientifically figure out Parabola because it's the reflection of our world, and we know our world pretty well, so it's essentially just another skill to be able to travel Parabola (albeit not an easy one to learn, but what is easy in the Neath?).

The Discordance on the other hand is the polar opposite of Parabola. Whereas we understand relatively speaking what Parabola is, we have absolutely no idea what the Discordance is. By all means, the Discordance is something we could potentially never truly understand, and that makes complete sense for a variety of reasons. For one, it's incredibly dangerous both physically and mentally, and its ways of harming you aren't as simple as merely bursting into flames like its counterpart. But more importantly, the absolutely staggering amount of things the Discordance could be means it would take lifetimes, if not eras, to rule out every single individual thing that it isn't.

The more I think about the Discordance though, the more it starts to dawn on me why I'm so intrigued by it. Whereas Parabola is the reflection of our world that we can look into at any time, we are the reflection of the Discordance, but we cannot see beyond the veil, so to speak. The Discordance cannot exist in our world, but interestingly enough, we're the Fingerkings this time. The only way for us to learn the Discordance is to work backwards to learn everything it isn't by seeing what it is in our world. If we, like the Fingerkings, managed to learn everything about our world, is it possible we could manipulate that knowledge to learn about the Discordance?

It's incredibly fun to me, the idea that perhaps the entire world we live in is all one big "Is-Not" for the Discordance. Who's to say it's not another world? All I know as of now is that it isn't a language. What would that be like? And how many layers deep could it go? And on that, if we were the Is-Not for the Discordance's world, what would that make Parabola? The Is-Not of the Is-Not?

Imagine falling asleep and meeting a creature from another dimension in your dreams, and then learning about what that creature dreams of. It'd be so far removed from your own reality, but who's to say that it doesn't go infinitely deep?

Or perhaps I'm just very tired and overthinking something I don't "know" everything (or nothing, I suppose) about. It just fascinates me, is all. I've loved Fallen London's writing for Parabola for long enough to incorporate inspiration into my own writing, and seeing the Discordance be equally fascinating in the opposite direction is just brain candy for me.

[starmonsterrr]

Introducing: Undertale self-insert #102480124 • (Update 2.1 - Doppelganger Form redesign!)

HELLO PEOPLE

I may have disappeared for a maybe long while

And that is because of 3 reasons:

Ink appreciation server

running @ink-selfship-shenanigans (surprise surprise it's me)

And school just started a week ago (which is more recent but i guess that may have added)

Except there is a 4th one and that is,,,,,,, I MAY have been working on a little Undertale AU,,,,, and then made an OC out of it,,,,

The AU will get it's own post and i'll reveal as much info as needed at the moment to explain who even is this new character that will be one of my faces on this blog (because i'm gonna have 2 OCs representing me. yeah- second one's design is still W.I.P (nevermind this is future me i finished the design but i might make a separate post for it))

And HERE IT COMES

(NOTE: RELY ON DOPPELGANGER FORM REF'S SOUL REF INSTEAD OF THE STAR FORM'S. ALSO THE STAR FORM DESIGN REWORK IS STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS)

A FURRY. What's cringier (affectionate /gen) than an Undertale self-insert in mid 2023? A FURRY Undertale self-insert that can shapeshift (WOW OP WHAT A MARY SUE) and exists for SELFSHIPPING

YEAH

THAT'S IT

TH- THAT'S THE CREATURE

And speaking of selfshipping if you scroll in my blog for a bit you might notice that i very much like Ink

and also reminder that I run a blog that has the purpose of feeding Ink simps

So uh I think you get what i'm trying to say

It might take me a little while (or until i get asks about it) for me to open up about the selfship shenanigans, but meanwhile, here are some bits of explanations and stuff!

which AU is this menace from?

OuterRenaissance. It's still being fleshed out (asks would help a lot), and I plan to later on make an outcode expanded version, and even have some basic stuff for that version. But in simple words it's Outertale but in addition of the space themes, i added themes of the Renaissance historical period, as it brought great advances to science; including astronomy!

what the flop is a star-born monster????

I have a post explaining exactly this!

(also, Io can shapeshift out of this appearance because shapeshifting powers)

Backstory???

Its AU died (destroyed by Error), and it almost did too, but i possessed it and fused my soul over time with its own using my creator powers and it is now technically a walking corpse puppeteered by me so I can interact with the UTMV, while also forcing it to change its form into the Doppelganger form; giving it the ability to, well, shapeshift. Also ink snas selfship shenanigans i haven't properly written yet (yooo two walking corpses that love eachother!!!!!1!!!1). that's the fewest words i can put it in

IS THAT A 'THE STARRY NIGHT' REFERENCE???

Yes. Yes it is. and fun fact: the ship between Io and Ink is named exactly that. The Starry Night. how clever of me, i should get a prize

Does it have a personality?

Yup. I just don't know how to describe personalities, but here's an attempt at that.

Io is a passionate artist, but struggles with some degree of perfectionism driven by the pride of its art skills which are, by far, its best ability. It also tends to be (sometimes dangerously) kind-hearted at others. It might act one of two ways in social spaces: kind of awkward, not talking much, OR ABSOLUTE MENACE as in SUPER SILLY. No in-between.

Also, it is a quick learner, and could be considered quite intelligent. Thing is ... It carried over speech from the Renaissance time period and is still adapting to modern words. A bit of an overthinker too, which can lead to communication issues, and tends to plan elaborate strategies to perform the simplest of things...sometimes not even following them.

Pronouns/gender identity?

Io, like me, goes by it/its pronouns and identifies as non-binary! (Subject to change as I occasionally explore my gender identity)

And here's some trivia to finish this off!

Io, due to being puppeteered by me; a Creator, also has the powers of one, but either doesn't use the powers at all or uses them in subtle ways to try and steer things to its/my favour. It may sometimes disguise it as "art magic" shown in these doodles i made a bit ago:

also. autism. i'm autistic and because i take control of this critter i'm dragging it into the spectrum.

And I think that's everything that comes to mind right now! Thank you for listening to this bunch of rambling that i did not beta read prior to posting.

[lollytea]

What do you think would be Gus's reaction to huntlow? (Or him figuring out their feelings before they do bc c'mon he s smart and they are obvious)

To answer this question properly, I had to take reference from Gus's reaction to his other best friend's romantic relationship.

Gus IS very smart but we also need to acknowledge that he was fucking clueless when lumity first started developing

Then again he matured A LOT in season 2 and seemed to have caught on that something gay was going on. However he showed little more than indifference towards it. Maybe even exasperation, though it's hard to say cuz he was in a bad mood at the time.

*Shakes his head*

Considering it never really showed Gus's (or Willow's) opinion of lumity officially dating, it just leads me to believe that he didn't really give a fuck. Just shrugged and said "yeah okay. Guess this is happening now."

That isn't to say he doesn't support it. When Amity wanted to learn more about Luz's "human language" Gus was happy to help. I mean it's a fucking cookbook so he's completely off, but he's trying and that's all that matters.

So this is basically how I imagine he reacts to Huntlow. Like currently? Between Labyrinth Runners and King's Tide. He is oblivious to it. He's standing right in the middle of the two, just pure vibin. Not a single romantic notion in his head. Just him and the besties.

He's like:

And like yeah you could argue that Gus was originally oblivious to lumity cuz he was younger and he might have learned to be a little more perceptive since they became girlfriends but honestly this is funnier to me. Gus just unknowingly putting Hunter into situations with Willow that are absolutely mortifying because of his crush on her, while Gus just thinks they're all having a fun casual time.

(Gus, genuinely curious: How come you're always turning bright red all the time? What's up with that?

Hunter: I don't-....you're-you're imagining it. I don't turn red all the time.

Gus: Yeah I guess you're right. It's only sometimes. Like when you're around me and Willow, so it's obviously not cuz you're embarrassed. We're your buddies, you'd never be embarrassed around us.

Willow: *sitting right there*

Hunter through gritted teeth: Yep.

Gus: Hunter be honest with me...

Hunter: I-..um...

Gus: Is it a white people thing?

Hunter:

Hunter: WHAT?

Gus: Is it a white people thing? I totally get it if it is. Amity does that a lot too.

Hunter: I-....Wh-.....yeah sure Gus its a white people thing.

Gus: *nods wisely* I'm real sorry you have to go through something like this, man. The big red ears really makes you look like an idiot and you don't deserve that. *sympathetically pats Hunter's shoulder*

Hunter: OkaythanksGushowaboutwetalkaboutsomethingelsenow??)

But like. He figures it out eventually. I'm not sure how but there's two funny options that I like.

A.) They just. Got more obvious over time. Like painfully so. Gus didn't really notice lumity when it was one sided but once Luz started blushing in return, then he caught on. Maybe he just never questioned Hunter's awkwardness cuz Hunter's just a weirdo. But once Willow starts acting awkward Gus takes notice, starts connecting the dots and then suddenly Hunter's odd behavior makes a lot more sense.

B.) One of them just flat out tells him they have a crush on the other. While I would say that Willow wouldn't keep anything from Gus, I figure she's starting to hold a lot of her feelings about stuff very close to her chest these days. She's not the same person as she was in season 1. Hunter, however, is just starting to go in the opposite direction. He seems to overthink, overfeel and overshare. So if his feelings for Willow get to be too much for him to handle, he might need to ramble about them to get it all out of his system. And who else would he feel comfortable talking about it with than Gus, the first person who he ever let himself be vulnerable with?

Either way, the first time the idea of Hunter and Willow being linked romantically is presented to Gus, he needs a moment to consider it. Just a moment. He presses his fingers to his chin, goes "hmmmmm..." before coming to a conclusion. Then he shrugs and says "Yeah that makes sense now that I think about it. I can see it."

He's chill about it. He'd probably tease them over it occasionally if he thinks the moment calls for it. But he's mostly indifferent. Romance in general is not something Gus is hugely invested in. However, just like with lumity, he'll happily help out if they ask for it and believes he's the best wingman ever.

It's usually Hunter that he helps. I need to mention again that Gus probably gives Hunter the dumbest goddamn advice a wingman can give because he's fucking thirteen and also chaotic. The funny part is that Hunter just does whatever the fuck Gus tells him to do without question.

Willow knows better. Gus's attempts to wingman her usually just go like:

Willow: *texting Hunter*

Gus: *reading her texts from over her shoulder* Tell him he's smokin'

Willow: *not batting an eye* I'm not gonna tell him that.

Gus: Y'know maybe the reason you're not dating yet is because you never listen to me.

Willow: I'm sure that's it.

Gus: I can do without the sarcasm, young lady.

[kozykricket]

all of the time related things in stardew do not stress me. its one of the most joyous and satisfying chore-games to do the stuff i wanna do in, without feeling stressed by my many plans ...except when i start to think about organizing and decorating my farm layout. theres too many ways to do it, and i kinda end up doing what i do IRL or in minecraft, which is telling myself a billion different WAYS to do things and not knowing where to START and like which starting point is the Best starting point like . a canvas revolves around a focal point. but where do i want that focal point to be... etc theres many different aesthetics i could go for that im not decided on its like writing an essay, when im told i can make it any topic i want.

that is what stresses me not having tons of things to do (though i can easily stress myself irl because uh. its way different than stardew)

stardew valley just. i am so grateful that i can enjoy it in the way i do, i cant even explain in words how it feels just. lovely to play and to make todo lists and follow them but in any other context? todo lists get so messy and daunting for me in stardew they're so reasonable. its not todo lists that get me in stardew, its the... factor of deciding how to go about something that has many different equally awesome approaches, that makes me overthink or something. i dunno. i dont get stressed deciding how to approach OTHER stuff in stardew its just darn farm layout. too much decision making with being able to move the farmhouse AND greenhouse as of 1.6

but surely some people feel me on how time anxiety is a thing irl but absolutely isnt in stardew valley. how yes, i make lists of what i want to do, and theres many different things i wanna do, but it all feels. fine n dandy n fun i dunno i dont really wanna psychoanalyze myself on this, i dont wanna ruin my experience with the parts of the game i do consistently enjoy and find peace in l ol

[psywebcomic]

if you're concerned about melody's representation, you're probably better off finding a sensitivity reader than asking your blog's followers (seeing as we might be biased anyways). always good to have one anyways when representing a variety of identities because they could notice something that goes over your head even if completely by mistake

[about a now-deleted post]

yeah you're absolutely right.

so, we are Poor, and cannot afford to hire a sensitivity reader and wouldn't want to ask someone to do that for free. but that's kind of besides the point

we discussed this and basically decided that im overthinking this. this comic isnt meant to "good representation" of Anything, and also this is a tiny indie comic, not meant for a wide audience. its something we're making for fun in our free time and that's all. i think its unfair to hold us to the standards of something Actually Published. i think we are doing alright for ourselves, and if people dont like how we handle things in our story, thats perfectly understandable. it was never our goal for anything in this story to be good, accurate, representation of literally anything. the goal was just to have fun with a silly idea. if you find that selfish or fucked up, thats understandable, too.

we've decided to make a change to the patreon, however, which will be announced in a separate post.

[grahamcarmen]

Asking possibly a stupid question, but i don't really understand the opera symbolism of swan lake I understand carmen as foreshadowing for her and grays relationship and the flying dutchman as foreshadowing for grey's role in the finale but I don't understand swan lake.

Also why is your ask box named snapcracklepop.

I dont think its stupid. Lol I was asking the same thing (while mildly acknowledging maybe its just cause like carmen the opera is an easy peasy pun, swan lake is a recognizable ballet even if youre not into ballet) because idk its fun and even if its not meant to be 1 to 1 im trying to give the writers some credit since the thieving magpie and flying dutchman are absolutely not recognizable ones but while not 1 to 1 have a few beats that can be compared

:3

Here's the Wikipedia explanation of whats happening technically

I'm looking at this ending and it looks more like a bow to me ... but point being its something hard that needs all the players to look and dance in unison since they're literally all linked

+ the context of what is happening in the ballet

Siegfried is promising his love to Odette to break her spell so that she and her friends can be free (and cause he's smitten with her aww)

So its their pas de deux and then the little swans [in the version i watched anyway] + some swan company dancing before returning to seigfried and odette

end act

Start next act and storybeatwise the following happens

Rothbart will present odile to him and seigfried promises his love to someone who only looks like odette.

Which technically speaking carmen recruits gray for a mission where her movements for the electric gates/panels...what are they called again...anyway- will have to be synchronized...like a dancer she says ^^ along with player and gray doing their roles perfectly which they manage to do good enough once

However somethings wrong with the feed causing gray to leave his spot

So at the very least its technically a " the working in unison has been broken"

Context wise that I can overthink because I can??...uuuuuuh

Carmen really does not want VILE to have him but is also having a hard time separating graham from gray huh.... and in the mission "keep gray away from anything that could transform him back" plays a part because carmens all set on the idea that these conditions (an extremely dumb plan) keep gray safe from VILE influence, promising to put his safety first but ultimately protecting a VILE constructed persona [WHICH I DO PERSONALLY TAKE ISSUE WITH I DONT THINK GRAHAMS ACTIONS THAT DAY IS SO ENTIRELY WITHOUT GRAYS OWN TRAITS >:0...but yeah lol he usually does not care at all about what the right thing is overall] with a lot of romantic insinuating outside of that dance of little swans

Points i guess for carmens underlying suspicions that she puts to rest for the moment but graham just absolutely gone for her by the end

Little swans squished in the middle of gray very blatantly wanting to be with her and carmen 🤭hoho he likes me😊

Here's a fun one I found via google

...hmmm...idk those people tho so take that with a grain if you instead want to watch and judge the ballet and its themes for yourself.... there's actually a lot of free ones on youtube :D

+ a section in the version I watched where the company talks about how pledging love to odile is odettes doom and the love isn't as pure as they're pretending it is...Carmen! 😑 gray! 😑...but isn't wholly unsalvagable because of the forgiveness and actual true love they do end up showing each other.

With the swan lake ballet having that dichotomy between true self, curses, and a flat out fake who only looks like the beloved

it is a plot point that this happens and almost dooms them ...I mean they die but its like in a ballet dang I guess their souls live then cause they manage to stick it to rothbart

In the end their true selves DO end up together.

+ bonus round

Gray being part of the little swans until he decides instead to be the one who found the red swan (haha...neatcodename) at the heart of a VILE facility and its his constant assurances that he's on her side that help carmen think she can beat VILE and keep him around/ are kinda a point . See him having and then throwing away the crackle rod when she looks all :( to help her instead (seigfried in the forest with a crossbow)

Anything for the kiddos huh...but also lending his expertise outside of the dance of the little swans to help her and her mission

Having a little rendezvous with her beforehand and then after the dance of swans mission only for her to disappear into elusive carmen (sorry watching odette be turned back into a swan)

He actually does fall a bit in love and keeps his interest in this strange girl

+dark! Carmen being chosen for a hot minute before gray sacrifices his own ambitions and loving Carmen for who she truly is is what gives them both a chance at breaking the curse- i mean VILE influence and brainwashing

TLDR: supposed to be working together only for the dance to be interrupted

And looking at beats from the whole ballet is fun to compare actually. Lottsa pledging love but also who is the true self 🧐?

My askbox is like this because

SNAP.CRACKLE POP RICE CRISPIES!...and crackle the dude...

[drmflm]

to love is to hurt

—summary: you loved the man with the soulful voice and the sogo drum, more than he would ever come to know—and you hoped it stayed that way. but sometimes life throws a curveball, prompting the heart to take matters into its own hands.

—pairing: seokmin x gn!reader

—word count: 1k

—genre: angst, hints of fluff

—au: confession

—rating: pg-13

—warnings: overthinking, fear of losing someone

—note: this is inspired by conan gray’s disaster, as well as svt’s fallin’ flower! lemme know what u think! a part two is currently swirling around in my head atm ;) if u ask nicely i may just write it for u!

—masterlist

You liked Lee Seokmin.

It wasn’t always this way. In fact, you were friends long before you felt anything for him. When you first saw him, it was in the backseat of your friend’s boyfriend’s minivan, cruising down long country roads singing along to road trip bops curated by your friend majoring in music production.

The only thing in your head during that beautiful 1 hour and 43 minutes was the melodious sound of his voice. He was a beautiful stranger, with an even more beautiful voice.

You knew him as your friend’s boyfriend’s best friend, and besides the fact that you knew he could sing, he was a mystery you felt tempted to unravel, starting from his name.

“Hey,” You said to him, waving in front of his to get his attention. “Having fun?”

He grinned, and in that moment it felt as though you were staring at the devil’s glamour; full and round eyes shimmered back at you, and his devastatingly handsome lips curled up into a smile—

“Why of course! It’s my favourite sogo song!” He enthusiastically replied, before grabbing his sogo drum and vibing to the traditional beats playing from the stereo. You watched him, feeling a gentle fondness stirring in your chest. He was anything but a devil it seemed.

While you were on your trip, you learned his name was Seokmin, Lee Seokmin. You started to adore him the more you got to know him. Your friends however, were oblivious to the inner turmoil you felt around the man, and instead did their own thing, leaving you and Seokmin to find your own activities to do.

It was during that time that you learned he absolutely loved pizza, regardless of what topping you put on it, and was slowly improving his cooking skills at any opportune moment. Some of his dishes were hits, others were misses, yet you couldn’t help but love them all, even if some of them had a little too much salt.

He was a happy virus, and no matter how bad a day you were having, he always seemed to find you when you needed him, bringing with him an energy so happy that it was contagious.

And you wouldn’t have changed anything in the world, because you were content with him, and yourself. You loved what you had. You loved that you two were friends, you loved that he cared about you, too.

“Seokmin,” You said, watching as he lifted his head up, looking at you deeply. You felt like your voice would falter if you kept going, so you swallowed thickly before continuing quietly, “I need to tell you something.”

His gaze was too kind, too understanding, reminiscent of the days you spent together, engulfed in an entrenching sadness, cozy in the warmth of his smile, gleeful to the beat of the sogo drum… and you didn’t want to leave it.

Was this a mistake? Telling him something that could destroy everything? Why were you being so selfish, asking for more when you were already content? When you already loved and cherished him so much?

Was it greedy of you, to wish you had that assurance? You wished you didn’t feel that way, that you could have just been content. Yet a part of you thought that maybe if you just confessed, you wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore, that it wouldn’t suffocate you no longer.

Because the truth was, you liked him, you always had… since the first time he graced you with that smile of his. But over time, it seemed that your feelings evolved with every late night karaoke room session you shared, and your heart made room to embrace and accept him into one of your beloved with every hug he gave you.

You liked him, a lot. Too much to keep a secret.

This could be a disaster, a complete and utter disaster. He could walk out, storm off, hate you for the rest of his life. He could think you were disgusting for wanting to deepen friendship into romance, he could antagonize you, or worse… he could do nothing. he could give you that kind gaze of his and tell you in an antiseptic way—too formal and too kind—that he didn’t feel the same.

And what was worse? Having him storm off, or being too kind about it? You weren’t sure.

Every moment you spent with him, you fell deeper and deeper into his web, entranced by him,  and always finding another reason to love him more than you did before. Whether it was one of his many talents, like singing, dancing, cooking, or acting— it affirmed to you that loving him was worth it. Spending your moments him was well-spent.

What made it difficult, was deciding whether or not you could let them end.

You felt his hands lift your chin, wiping away your tears, but you were too engrossed in your thoughts of what could happen if you told him, what you could lose if you let yourself feel what you did, if you thought about what you could be.

He held you, not saying anything as you let yourself feel everything that you had been carrying, everything that weighed you down for the past few years, every feeling you wished you never felt.

You let yourself mourn over the time you spent fearing this moment, let yourself remember how much of a disaster this could cause… and you let them go. You let them go, because in his arms, with him there, you felt like you could tell him anything and he’d still love you.

Even if it seemed to be the crueler of two evils, your fragile heart chose his kind and antiseptic rejection rather than the loss of him.

“I love you, Lee Seokmin. I love you more than you could ever know.”

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[evilhausen]

If you are having fun with it, then it is not a failure. That said, could I request Hook learning that Danhausen is a real demon?

you are incredibly sweet :”’’ and yes you absolutely can bc that prompt Fucks, sorry it took a few days and holy fuck did it get out of hand. it also got dark.

cw for: violence, implied sexual violence, inebriation, minor sexual content, vague bullshit.

Late as it is, most young people have migrated home or to better clubs. The pub that Hook is in is seedy, smokey, and so quiet by now he can pick out individual conversations among the straggling groups.

The bar is sticky beneath the side of his hand which only adds to the mix of steadily frustrating sensations in the place, but it’s still a better deal than the clubs.

“We’re gonna dip,” one of his friends says, knocking her elbow against him. She’s as buzzed as he is but clearly having a much better time for it. Their small group is gathering their stuff, downing the last of their drinks, clearly ready to hit a livelier scene.

Hook was hoping going out tonight would release the tension that’s been growing in him lately, but it hasn’t. The thought of now going to a proper club with its flashing strobes, shitty remixes, and too-tight squeeze of bodies on a floor far stickier than the bar beneath his hand makes his nose wrinkle.

No way, no thanks. “Nah, I’m good. Probably head home after this,” he says, trying not to be rude but staying firm when she pouts. She’s concerned about him, has that look about her that says as much, and that should be nice, right? It should be nice that someone cares.

A nicer person would feel bad at the irritation that flares in Hook, but he can’t bring himself to be bothered. On a normal day, he might try, but things have been frustrating him at work lately and he’s been thinking too much. He feels tired. He feels wound up. Restless but strung out.

He ignores her and returns to his drink, taking a low draw from the amber beverage that’s already too flat to be pleasant. A dirty glass will do that, and the place is such a dive he’s not surprised. 

He gets a pat on the arm and a kiss on the cheek as his friends leave, both irritating him, but he offers a nod and a wave. Then he’s alone, save for the bartender, two ragtag groups of middle-aged drunkards, and a few wallowing solo drinkers.

Hook doesn’t like wallowing. He’ll brood, mope, and be antisocial all he likes, but wallowing? That’s boring. So he slides back off his bar stool, abandoning his drink, and heads over to the pool table and prepares to practise.

The triangle rack is already set up, waiting to lure people in for a game, and Hook is all too happy to sink into the familiarity of it, picking up a random cue stick and chalking it without care for the size or weighting of it. He’ll play a little, just until he’s calmed down. It doesn’t have to be good.

He’s not a pro pool player by any stretch, but having a table at home and a father who doesn’t pull punches with his competitiveness has made it a casual hobby. 

The stillness as he lines up his shot and the satisfying, loud clack as he breaks brings him into the moment, tugging him out of his own head and grounding him. He scowls at the table a little, unhappy with the sloppy break, but it gives him something to focus in on.

He can blame it on the way balancing is a little difficult, on how his palms are a bit sticky and his vision unsteady, alcohol buzzing in his body and loosening him up. It’s just practice, he tells himself. He works on his angle shots instead of taking easy ones, overthinking and trying out new things because this isn’t a game and Taz isn’t here to laugh at him, so it’s fine.

It’s less fine that after he makes a good shot he automatically looks up for the approval or disapproval from his father, only to find him not there. Only to find there’s another man, a strange one, looking at him instead.

It’s not a nice look. The man doesn’t seem like a nice man.

There’s a few of them sitting at their tall table, five strangers that are bigger and older, wearing expressions that are as silently threatening as their understated clothing.

Each time Hook looks up and meets those eyes, he winds up tighter. The feeling is not unfamiliar, whatever it is. In fact, it’s the feeling that’s been undermining him at work. He doesn’t know what to call it, trying to ignore it, but it lingers in him. It’s the same feeling.

Why?

To release some tension, Hook takes his gum out of his pocket and unwraps two pieces, working his jaw and rolling his shoulders as he tries to shake off the climbing anticipation.

It feels like nerves before a match, except he doesn’t know the game he’s playing. The sport he’s competing in. How can he fight and win if he doesn’t know what fucking competition he’s in?

Logically, he knows he’s the wrong side of tipsy. Logically, he knows he should back down and head home when the staring stranger and his friends make their way over to his pool table. There’s another table free but they come up to his.

Hook does not head home. He stands and looks at the apparent leader of the group, tilting his head to the side in silent question as they approach. The guy grins, a quick flash of a smile that tries to be genuine but is terribly played, and Hook raises an eyebrow. “Saw you playin’,” the leader begins, nodding at the messy work on the table. “Wondering if you wanted some competition?”

Hook enjoys winning. He’s been raised that way and it’s in his blood. He nods, splaying one arm wide in a gesture of ‘help yourself’. Three of the men pick up their own pool cues and the game begins, the one who had been staring joining the leader, a random other joining Hook. It’s a doubles game, but loose on the rules.

It’s downhill from there.

Hook watches and plays and tries to keep practising his angle shots, but it gets annoying when the other players interfere. Hook enjoys winning.

He’s lost his second game when he gets sick of it, knowing how they’re looking at him in quiet mockery. They think he’s a kid. Inexperienced. Lazy. How long will he have to endure those looks from people? Just like work. It’s all just like work.

He goes to the standing rack of pool cues and puts his current, too short and heavy one down, testing out two more before he finds one he thinks he can work with. Freshly chalked, he rejoins the group and waits for the next game.

Starting the bet is not his idea.

“Fifteen bucks if we win,” the leader bets. Hook’s partner looks at him, quick and fidgety, taking the deal too fast. Danhausen would’ve waited, deferring to Hook because there’s a curious sort of starstruck fixation there.

Hook doesn’t have cash on him, he doesn’t want to bet, but he does anyway. Why? Why can’t he lose?

But he does, and he’s wound up again by the end of it. Every shot he’d make would be undone by his partner, or he was jostled on purpose, or...

That little fucker of a partner sabotaged him. The three of them were working him, underhanded in how they did it, just for fifteen dollars?

They really thought he was just some dumb kid.

“A hundred. Formal rules. Two players.” Hook is sober enough he knows he shouldn’t. He’s drunk enough that he doesn’t care. There’s not many people left, the lights are low, the music is turned down. He’ll be kicked out soon, the bar closing earlier than the clubs, and that will be his night over.

He’s too keyed up for it to be over.

(He thinks about the man staring at him and what it made him feel.)

Chewing gum doesn’t make for good bubbles, but Hook still blows one until it pops with a snap.

“You talk big, kid,” the Starer tells him. Kid. There it is. “Don’t do it, then.” Hook shrugs, shoving his free hand into the pocket of his hoodie.

The way the three men eye each other, the others of their friend group hiding laughter, makes Hook’s skin prickle. 

“Alright, calm down. A hundred it is.”

The game begins and Hook won’t lose.

Tension makes the break stuffy, but Hook is playing to win now. It’s no longer practise. He’s in a match and he’s there to get the title and–

“You fucker,” Staring man seethes, four moves in. “You little fucking hustler.”

Hook didn’t mean to hustle, but he guesses he has. It’s satisfying, even if he hadn’t meant to. Maybe he’d be a good heel in the future. As long as he doesn’t have to give a big monologue or wear weird outfits, he wouldn’t mind it.

He’s lining up his next shot, bent over the table with eyes fixed on his prize, when a big hand comes down to shove him. Not expecting it, he stumbles, dropping his cue and catching the table awkwardly to stop from falling.

Now, this he knows.

This, Hook will never lose at or second-guess.

His fist connects with his attacker’s face before his mind has caught up, instinct and muscle memory making it easy to escalate.

As the man stumbles back, spitting swears and holding his face, Hook advances, bright-eyed and hungry for a good fight. It’s the easiest thing in the world to grab the much larger man by the front of his shirt and pull him into another jab to the face, and another, and another, until blinding pain snaps over Hook’s back.

It knocks the air from him, and as he turns to defend, he sees one of the men standing there holding a pool cue defensively. 

Hook holds his own, takes his blows like a fighter and gives more than he gets, but it’s him versus the five men. There had been a bouncer at the door, but nobody steps in to save Hook. He’s on his own.

He’s no lightweight but he’s picked up and slammed down on the surface of the pool table, spine and hip catching on pool balls, alcohol numbing the pain but making him slower than he usually would be.

There’s a man between his legs and it’s almost like a pin, almost like work. It’s not. The fist that curls in the front of his hair, getting a good grip full of it, yanks his head forward and slams it back in a way that’s vicious and sloppy.

Foot sliding against something, he searches blindly with his toes (when did he lose a shoe?) until he feels the soft part of a body, drawing his leg back then driving it back in savagely and delighting in the cry of pain he gets in response.

“Let me go,” he demands, spitting his gum at someone, not seeing it land.

He’s pinned, though. So many hands hold him down, one in particular pinching the sides of his cheeks, squishing his mouth into a pout, and finally he focuses in on a face. The man above him is angry, but it’s an ugly anger. No passion, all swollen bluster.

The thrill is missing. There’s no love for sport, for wrestling. No spark. No respect for loving violence. Body between his legs, big hand on his face, a figure looming over him… Hook likes it. The desire to relax into it is there, but he’s scared. Unsafe.

He’s scared?

That’s news to him, but he stills as he realises the men leaning over him are not warriors but wax figures waiting to coat him in heavy, coating influence. They are not here for him or to fight, but for themselves. That is where the fear comes from, he thinks. Pillowy selfishness without hunger.

The hand is on his throat now and he is still. Two hands on his calf, pulling it down. Another shoving his arm, yanking it, angling it into an uncomfortable strain. There are hands on his throat, warm thumbs slick under his jaw, pressing, palms denting the sides of his neck.

This is not practice.

His head is spinning and he tries to tap out. Remembers training with Taz as a child. With Nese, in preparation, shoving at each other. With Starks, breaking the ice a little and listening to him talk away as they stretch. With Danhausen, pushing boundaries and getting frustrated and choking him out and the confusion and the–

Is this what happened to Danhausen when Hook choked him out?

It had felt good to Hook. Important. They’d been close, something shifting between them, but. He’d tried to tap out but Hook hadn’t let go. Hadn’t been able to. There is red jumping across his dimming vision, making his stomach jolt like dipping vertigo. He tried to swallow, tried to choke on his own spit, but he couldn’t even manage that. The way he could feel his pulse was so intimate. Overwhelming.

He hoped it hadn’t felt like this to Danhausen.

“D–” Hook tried. He wanted this to stop. He tried kicking again, but he felt slow. Wasn’t sure if he actually managed it. “Danhausen.” He wanted to know. Had it felt like this? The sparkling red washing down over his eyes and heralding dark unconscious.

The table gives out beneath Hook and he’s slammed to the ground, the hands growing around his throat. Or maybe he’s shrinking? His pulse won’t stop jumping in his ears.

When the pressure suddenly eases, Hook chokes on his desperate inhale. Lucidity comes back to him like a smack to the face and he scrambles to sit up, only to find…

He’s alone.

He’s alone in the darkened, closed-up bar, sitting on the ground by the pool table.

The silence is uncomfortable, like all noise has been swallowed by the dark shadows where the glowing red lights above the bar itself don’t reach. Hook can hear his own rasping breaths, panicked and shallow until he makes the effort to calm the fuck down.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, he drags his fingers back through his hair out of habit. There’s nobody here to look good for, but he tries to calm the wild fluff of his hair anyway, dragging fingers through as he looks around the room.

It’s so quiet.

No music, no murmurs of other conversation, and no signs of life.

Hook’s hands slow. 

No sounds of wind outside. No traffic. Nothing.

He raises a hand and clicks his fingers by his ear. There’s been times he’s hit his head and hasn’t been able to hear for a few minutes, but that’s not the case this time, apparently. He can hear the clicks just fine.

Taking a deep breath, a faint smell of cigarette smoke and something like spiced alcohol touching his taste buds, he gathers himself up slowly and gets to his feet. He feels strangely clear-headed, focused and grounded in a way that’s usually a struggle unless he’s in the ring or an hour deep into a workout. Warmth blankets him, stuffy with a pressure that’s only comforting.

No alcohol in his system anymore, nothing lingering to give him a headache or nausea. How long has it been? Why did they leave him here?

Something scratched the floor behind the bar, less like a person than a rodent, rhythmic and unhurried. Hook frowns, taking a step to go around the pool table to reach the bar. As soon as his foot touches the ground, the noise stops.

“Hey,” he tries, projecting his voice with authority.

The front door of the bar slams open behind him, and after the heavy silence of the place, it seems to echo in Hook’s head. It brings with it wind, a tunnel of it sweeping into the room. The chill of it is pleasant against Hook’s over-warm skin and it carries the smoked spice smell he had thought was just the bar. There’s nobody in the doorway, nothing to suggest anybody has opened it, and the wind blows harder to swing it on its hinges.

Shit.

Had those fuckers slipped something into his drink? Was he tripping balls right now?

Maybe he was unconscious on the pool table, those heavy hands pawing over him. Or maybe he was dead on the pavement outside the bar.

There’s only darkness outside, and that’s the worst bit. The red light in the bar doesn’t touch beyond the doorway, and there are no stars or streetlights outside. As the wind dies down, it takes all sounds with it.

When it’s quiet again, Hook feels like he can’t breathe. Breathing would be sound, it would be movement, and he feels like that’s not safe. Something primal in him tells him he should not move.

Something clatters on the ground behind him. He doesn’t want to look at it. He doesn’t want to look away from the doorway.

But he can’t not.

Licking the sweat away from his upper lip, he moves his body without taking his eyes away from the doorway. It’s not until his eyes sting that he tears his gaze away, looking at the object laying at his feet.

Long and thin, he doesn’t know what it is at first. He doesn’t want to get close, but the longer he has his back to the door, the more the back of his neck prickles. Bending down, it still takes a while to figure out what it is.

A lone metal rod lays there, unassuming in a way that feels like a lie. It almost looks like a large nail. A needle of some kind.

When cold fingers touch his ears he hunches his shoulders, ducking down but not away. There is no fear in him, not even as they slip around to hold his throat. It’s ticklish and freezing, leaving trails of chill on the surface of his skin as they run up over his jaw. He doesn’t move, except to close his eyes complacently when the fingers slide up to cover them.

He does fight back when they pull him back roughly, strength undeniably as his stomach flips with the sensation of falling. Bracing himself for impact, he tries to twist to lessen the damage, eyes flying open, and looks down at the phone in his hands.

Hook is sitting on the sidewalk, back propped up against the brick wall of the bar, staring at his phone. He is not falling. He hasn’t fallen.

His neck hurts for a second, but as he runs a shaking hand over it, the ache subsides like it was never there. The street is lit, the occasional car driving past in a smudge of headlights and heat.

Action Bronson’s SubZero plays as Hook’s phone vibrates and the screen flashes Danhausen’s name.

Hook accepts the call, but before he can speak, a car pulls up with a rush of cold wind, the door slamming open as Danhausen scrambles out. His phone is at his ear and he’s grinning widely, waving at Hook with his free hand.

“Hello!” He greets, voice playing in delayed stereo with the delay from the phone. “I found you!”

Ending the call, Hook looks up at his tagteam partner, narrowing his eyes.

“Hook did want to be found, yes? That is why you called?”

Hook thinks he remembers calling him. Probably. “You could have used your phone before you found me.”

“Danhausen’s hands were busy. Hook was in trouble.” Danhausen is wearing a full face of makeup, black, white, and grey painted on meticulously. He was either already wearing it when Hook called him or he took the time to apply it. Neither option is less strange.

“I’m fine.” Hook does not feel fine.

“Fine now that you are saved.” Danhausen offers a smile that is all teeth, but his eyes are flat and focused. He pockets his phone and holds both hands out, as though Hook cannot get to his feet on his own. Hook takes them, not needing the support but accepting it, wrapping his fingers around cold flesh and hauling himself up. Danhausen staggers and readjusts well, leaning back dramatically far to balance.

The drive is comfortably quiet. Danhausen knows where Hook lives and knows not to play any music for the ride.

“What did Hook mean?” Danhausen asks, breaking the comfort.

Hook hums, not looking over from where he is very focused on the rattle of the car window against his forehead.

“On the mobile cell-o-phone, he apologised. You said, “I am sorry.” You were sorry to Donovan. Danhausen would like to know what Hook meant?”

No memory surfaces for that one, so he doesn’t have an answer. “Don’t remember.”

“Oh. Alcohol does this, I think. Makes the mind go. Hook remembers nothing?”

Hook remembers plenty, just. Only of the dream he’d been having.

Just a dream.

“Why are you wearing the– Why the face?” Hook asks.

“This is Danhausen’s face.”

“No, I mean–” Hook tries. He’s tired. “It’s your old look, right? I’ve seen pictures.”

There’s silence, and as much as it itches at Hook’s skin he doesn’t turn. It lasts far longer than quiet usually does in Danhausen’s presence.

“... Unfortunately,” finally surfaces, forcibly dismissive in a way that sounds like the verbal version of a shrug.

The matter is left alone and they don’t talk about anything but potential takeaway options for the rest of the drive. It lingers, though. Hours later when Hook is alone, laying in bed sipping water from his favourite mug, it still lingers. He presses his tongue to the familiar chip in the rim, scraping the tip along the sharp of it. He remembers red. Cold. Hands on him.

He remembers things so clearly, for a dream. It had been fine, then he’d fallen, hadn’t he?

After he’d said Danhausen’s name, he’d fallen into the dream.

Blushing in embarrassment before he even opens his mouth, he feels so stupid as he says it now. “Danhausen,” with his teeth catching the ceramic of the mug.

Fucking stupid.

Sleep isn’t coming and Hook needs a shower. The ritual of cleaning always helps him calm down, a go-to when the sensations punching against each sense is too much to handle. 

Urgency in his jerky movements, he makes his way out of his room, only to freeze on the threshold. The hallways is dark. Not dark enough he couldn’t see. It’s not like he’s scared of the dark. 

( There’s something missing though, isn’t there? Something that’s supposed to be in the dark that’s not there. )

Hook takes another sip of his water and walks to the bathroom. It’ll be fine after a shower.

Setting his mug down on the sink, he runs through his hygiene rituals before turning the shower on and stripping down. As he waits for the water to heat up he checks himself in the mirror, looking over familiar flesh for fresh bruises. Old marks from work mark him in fading browns, but there’s nothing new. 

Leaning over the sink to get closer to the mirror, Hook looks at his neck and the absence of bruising. There’s nothing there, new or old, but he knows that it happened. That man had held him, choked him, he knows.

But there’s nothing there.

When he lifts his hands to his throat, crossed over so he can lay them over the remembered sensation of the stranger holding him down, his whole body stiffens against his will. He wants to pull away but his thumbs dig under his jaw. Fingers tightening, palms curling and clamping down, he’s choking again. He can’t look away from the skin pinched beneath the grip, reddening with fresh pain.

Letting go sends a full shudder through him, violent enough his knees slam against the sink cabinet and his hip catches the edge of it. As he leans forward, oxygen rattling into and through him in a way that is so, so familiar, he feels the way his dick presses against the cabinet and realises he’s hard.

“Fuck.” He can’t look at himself in the mirror. “Fuck it.” Why is this still happening? He’s been trying to hard to ignore it, he’s been so good at not– At leaving it alone. 

Turning to the shower with a jolt of movement, a rush toward a salvation he won’t find, he knocks his mug off the sink edge. He looks down just in time to see it explode over the tiles, scattering absolutely everywhere.

Hook feels nothing but defeat as he crouches and begins picking up the pieces. It’s now that he thinks he might be cursed. Should he laugh or yell? It’s hysterical. The sound building up in his chest deflates with a hiss as he cuts his finger while picking up a shard of his recently deceased mug. He’s not hard anymore.

It’s not the pain he’s into, after all.

Just the violence.

Pain makes him panic, because it means he’s losing. It means he executed a move wrong. Pain is a reason to fight back and not allow loss.

It meant tagging out to save face.

For the third time that night, Hook says the name of his eccentric tagteam partner.

Danhausen. Eyes closed, finger stinging, and body stiff where he’s crouching naked on his bathroom floor, broken pieces scooped into his bleeding hands, Hook whispers his name. His stomach swoops, butterflies coming free of tight cocoons inside him.

There’s a knock on the door.

Hook knows exactly who he’ll find on the other side.

He tries to remember what the Bible says about letting demons into your home. He tries to remember if they lie, or if Danhausen will tell him the truth about what he did to those men at the bar. He tries to remember a time when he didn’t dream of Danhausen kissing him goodnight before choking him to death.

He can’t remember anything but a bright, hungry red.

[nightmare-dreamt]

hihi! if possible, could i request a matchup for demon slayer & danganronpa? if ur busy then you can ignore this- there might be a few errors, so also ignore those- but i'll start now! my names valerie and my sign is capricorn (december)- abrosexual, INFJ i'm anemic but i lovelovelove drawing, watching/reading anime or manga, sometimes i paint or make little trinkets/origami but its not that often i do that, i also enjoy roleplaying and writing stories. Its not necessary to add- but i absolutely adore weather report & diego (jjba, part 6 and 7). I'm multilingual (russian, japanese, english) and im learning chinese at the moment, i dont really give hugs or like.. holding hands stuff since im not into physical contact or stuff like that, so i'll usually use words or gifts instead- ex; giving flowers/trinkets or just saying ily or sweet stuff.

usually around people i dont know so well im more on the quiet and more tired side then usual, and when im around my close friends i can get a bit loud and energetic- although sometimes i might be a little mean. Whenevr im out with friends i'll usually avoid talking to people, or like.. plan ahead before i say/do something since i overthink a bit too often.

Matchup for Valerie!

Demon Slayer: Obani Iguro

On quiet days that neither of you are busy, the two of you will sit together and listen to the sounds of nature softly enjoying the silent peace. When you draw during these times, Obani will sit beside you and watch listening to the gentle brushes of your material dancing along the paper. You drew him once and he almost cried never have had someone do something so beautiful for him. He somtimes thinks of how he was able to find someone as exquisit as you.

Your guys relationship relies on words and trust with each other. Multiple times you'll have to tell him that you love him and that he's perfect and beautiful in his own ways. It'll take a long time for him to remove his mask and show you his scars, but when you do see them make sure to tell them that they're beautiful and that he's beautiful.

Danganronpa: Aoi Asahina

Her favorite thing about you is your wide span of knowledge within languages. Everytime the two of you are together she ask for you to talk to her in another language just for the fun of it. She'll try to learn the language herself so the two of you can talk to each other in a different language.

When you first met her she was her typical energetical happy self, but you were the opposite being quiet and put off. But, within time the two of you grew with each other and your true colors shown. You should your energetic and chaotic side more to her and she should her vulnerable and insecure side of her.